The Deluge

October 9, 2019

The rain of dark clouds,

When the roof was uprooted,

Befell on the cluttered-

House with five faints.

Like a giant tree

Lost two-three branches,

Being not able to clutch

Then unpinned his cranium.

The deluge went with

Low pace all, smashing

Sliver of hopes to survive

And an unmemorized memory.

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